August 2011
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Aug 31st
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Aug 31st
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the potter
elina-astra: Your whole body is A glass of wine Or sweetness destined for me. When I raise my hand, I find in every place a dove Seeking for me, As if, my love, You were made of clay For my very hands of a potter. Your knees, your breasts, Your waist, Disappear in me like in a hollow Of a thirsting earth Where they lose A form, And together We become like a single river, Like a single grain of...
Aug 31st
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Aug 31st
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Aug 30th
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Aug 30th
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Aug 29th
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“A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
– George R.R. Martin (via rien-a-rien)
Aug 28th
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Aug 28th
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Aug 28th
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Aug 27th
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Aug 27th
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Aug 27th
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Aug 27th
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Aug 27th
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Aug 26th
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Aug 26th
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Aug 26th
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Aug 24th
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Aug 23rd
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Aug 23rd
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Aug 22nd
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Aug 22nd
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“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he...”
– Oscar Wilde (via elina-astra)
Aug 21st
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this ‘I’- thought
elina-astra: This ‘I’-thought is not pure. It is contaminated with the association of the body and senses. See to whom the trouble is. It is to the `I’-thought. Hold it. Then the other thoughts vanish. Ramana Maharshi
Aug 21st
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Aug 21st
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Aug 21st
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Aug 20th
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Aug 19th
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Aug 19th
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Aug 19th
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Aug 17th
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Aug 15th
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Aug 14th
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Aug 14th
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Aug 14th
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Aug 14th
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http://awritersruminations.tumblr.com/post/88452918... →
awritersruminations: Friday, August 12 2011 From Concerning the Book That Is the Body of the Beloved by Gregory Orr Resurrection of the body of the beloved, Which is the world Which is the poem Of the world, the poem of the body. Mortal ourselves and filled with awe, we gather the scattered limbs Of Osiris. That he should live again. That death not be oblivion. When I open the book...
Aug 14th
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“In alchemy, the Latin word “labor” is used to describe the, procedures, methods,...”
– James Elkins - “What Painting Is” (via montanablackart)
Aug 14th
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Aug 14th
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Aug 14th
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Aug 13th
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Aug 13th
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Aug 12th
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Aug 12th
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Aug 11th
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Aug 11th
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“A poem has secrets that the poet knows nothing of. It takes on a life and a will...”
– Stanley Kunitz, from a 1982 interview in The Paris Review (via proustitute)
Aug 11th
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awritersruminations: There’s another skin inside my skin that gathers to your touch, a lake to the light; that looses its memory, its lost language into your tongue, erasing me into newness. … Like the light of anything that grows from this newly-turned earth, every tip of me gathers under your touch, wind wrapping my dress around our legs, your shirt twisting to flowers in my fists.       —...
Aug 11th
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Aug 11th
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